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Mon, May. 22nd, 2006 09:15 am
In praise of quietness

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(Anonymous)
Mon, May. 22nd, 2006 03:34 pm (UTC)

Too right, especially about the noise level at concerts. There is no good reason for the sound engineers to pop the volume to the levels they do. It's painful. I think the first sign that my ill-advised "punk phase" (at age 15) was doomed was the fact that, at my first "real punk show," I ended up creeping outside to read. My parents found me, wallet-chain and all, sitting on a stoop outside a horrible club in Cincinatti, Ohio, staring intently at my copy of Big Sur. They were both ecstatic.

But really, why do they jack the volume so very, very high? I remember seeing Jon Brion at Tonic, shortly before I left the City, and wanting so badly to run back to the control booth and plead the technician to drop the bass as low as possible. He's one of my favorite artists, and I had a great time, but by the end of the show I felt like I'd been punched in the guy for a half hour: this, from the man who composed the I Heart Huckabee's soundtrack. Hardly fitting, right?

Ugh. Oy. Sigh. Grumble. I feel like an old man complaining about this, but apparently I'm in pretty good company, so fuck it: You guys wanna sit around and listen to each other breathe for a while?

-Rob


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